Just had an insanely progressive weekend back in Aspen this weekend where Muscle Milk provided me the opportunity to ride a private pipe with Gretchen Bleiler for three days. I was stoked to get some quality time riding a ripping pipe with good weather and without the pressure of having to compete in the next 20 minutes. Sometimes thats what you need to get over the mental blocks of multiple surgeries from the same trick in previous years. Riding with Gretchen is always a blast also, she has an amazing drive that most other female snowboarders don’t posses and an ability to keep the positivity flowing like wine while photographers flock like the salmon of Capistrano.
The lack of snow fall this winter is one thing but only riding icy runs all year is just that extra pinch of salt in the wound. Fortunately we got a few fresh inches which made for some lucsiously soft groomers to sink and edge into for some surf like carves. 
Stayed at the Little Nell downtown. Badass rooms but watch out for the valet service.
Blake Kueny, Me, and Ricky Bower livin like bosses.
Harnessed my inner dragon and tried to start the roof on fire. But found a new way to keep my fingers warm for any future trips to Vermont.
